The 97th Ghostly Symbol Spell

  Qing Ying looked at Tang Zhen Dong's expression of wanting to defend himself but having nothing to say, and she laughed happily.

  "Alright, look at you, all sweaty and flustered. Was it that serious?!" Yu Qingying pulled on the thin blanket covering her body, "By the way, where did you sleep last night?"

  "Weren't you and I sleeping together? Didn't you know?" Tang Zhendong finally counterattacked.

  Yu Qingying's face turned bright red as soon as she heard this, and she lowered her head. She knew that Tang Zhendong had not done anything to her last night because her clothes were still intact. Even if Tang Zhendong had really taken advantage of her, she wouldn't have said anything, although it was a bit regrettable. But since Tang Zhendong hadn't taken advantage of her, Yu Qingying felt a mix of relief and slight disappointment in her heart.

  "I'd be willing to sleep with you, but some people didn't seize the opportunity, and I'm afraid such opportunities won't come often in the future, let some people regret it later." Yu Qingying had a kind of "letting you take advantage of me" attitude, but don't think about taking any other advantages.

  Tang Zhendong covered his head with both hands, looking very frustrated. Of course, this was all for Yu Qingying to see.

  Qing Ying looked at Tang Zhen Dong's appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing, her body shaking back and forth.

  Tang Zhendong felt that such a life was very interesting, with beautiful women, family, and music. He could laugh with his loved ones and make jokes together.

  Qingying got out of bed, put on her shoes, and saw Tang Zhendong drawing weird symbols on the table. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're drawing?"

  To be honest, Tang Zhendong's paintings are like scribbles, saying they're not paintings, saying Tibetan script is not Tibetan script, saying Mongolian script is not Mongolian script. They somewhat resemble the ghostly symbols of a thatched cottage.

  Tang Zhen Dong hadn't even had time to respond when Yu Qing Ying started criticizing, "Tsk tsk, little chicken eating millet picture? But which one is the little chicken and which one is the millet? Can't tell, can't tell."

  At this moment, Qingying seemed to have transformed into a connoisseur of Chinese painting, constantly uttering astonishing remarks about Tang Zhendong's masterpiece.

  "This is for your director Wang Xuebin, he said he was the equivalent of a newspaper's editor-in-chief, and came to me asking for help, so I agreed to lend him a hand."

  "This," Yu Qingying pointed at the ghost symbol that Tang Zhendong was drawing, "can this help Wang Xuebin become the editor-in-chief? Is it just because of this?"

  "What? Don't you believe me?"

  "I don't doubt this, but what I do doubt is Director Wang's IQ - does he also believe you?"

  Tang Zhendong couldn't help but burst out laughing, "This thing is just so strange, and he actually believed it."

  Qingying expressed great skepticism about this, "Director Wang is a high-achieving graduate of Fudan University, does he really believe that this ghostly symbol can help him become the editor-in-chief?"

  "Why can't it?"

  "If he can become the editor-in-chief, I can be the director. In our company, Wang Xuebin is not a candidate for editor-in-chief, at most he can be ranked third, and there are two heavyweight figures ahead of him, so I think Wang Xuebin has no hope at all, and the gap is not small."

  "What if Wang Xuebin really becomes the editor-in-chief and you become the director at the same time, what would you do?"

  "Shall we make a bet? The stakes will be the same as that time on the boat, a promise, how about it?" Yu Qingying seemed to have a sure win this time, because although Wang Xuebin's application conditions were sufficient for the position of editor-in-chief, the decision was not solely up to the president. Although Wang Xuebin and President Hu Wenxuan had a good relationship, the municipal party committee's organization department would definitely ask about it. In official circles, there is a saying that "officials are one level higher, crushing people", this municipal party committee's organization department is the newspaper's leading department, can some places not follow the leader's arrangements?

  Let's put it this way, it's about relationships and capabilities. Wang Xuebin can't stand out among them. There is a deputy editor-in-chief who graduated from the People's University with excellent grades, and his writing skills are truly impressive. He has written speeches for the municipal government leaders of Haicheng City many times, and each article is top-notch. In both cases, whether it's relationships or capabilities, Wang Xuebin can't compete. The only way he could become editor-in-chief is if these two people were to die suddenly, but is that possible?

  "Alright, I'll do as you say!" Tang Zhendong was now very confident in his physiognomy skills. Since you want me to agree to a condition, then I'll agree. Anyway, I won't lose.

  "If you win this time, then I owe you two conditions, but if I win, you also promise me one condition. So, are we offsetting each other's conditions or going our separate ways?"

  "Whatever you say goes." Anyway, Tang Zhendong knew he would definitely not lose.

  "That's great, let's each go our own way. The conditions from last time are still valid. This time you lost, so you have to agree to one of my conditions too."

  "Alright, but can I know in advance what conditions you have?" Tang Zhendong saw Yu Qingying's excited appearance and intentionally put on a pretentious uncertain look.

  "Hehe, I've thought of one, but I'm not telling you yet."

  Yu Qingying went with Tang Zhendong to the outside breakfast restaurant, bought two steamer baskets of buns, a bowl of porridge. "We only need one basket, we can't finish two." Yu Qingying saw that Tang Zhendong had ordered two baskets and shook her head straight away.

  "I have a big appetite, one tray is not enough to fill me up. Don't worry, eat as much as you can, and give the leftovers to me. I went out for a morning run this morning and I'm starving."

  "When did you go out? How come I didn't know?"

  "You've had too much to drink and are sleeping soundly, how could you possibly know."

  Qingying ate three or four buns, "I'm going to be late, I'm full, I'll go first and go to work."

  "Shall I see you off?"

  "You don't need to, you eat!"

  Tang Zhendong watched Yu Qingying take a taxi at the door and rush to her unit. He came back to continue enjoying his baozi feast. A meal of baozi was a bit luxurious for Tang Zhendong, or rather, it was more luxurious compared to before. It wasn't until this past month that Tang Zhendong's financial situation gradually improved, much better than when he used to sell fruit. In the past, every time Tang Zhendong walked by the market where the baozi shop was located, he couldn't help but take a deep sniff - not eating it was already unbearable, let alone not being able to smell it?

  Now he has this condition, of course, he wants to buy buns, buy a tray, eat a tray, finish eating and then buy again, without worrying.

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  "Ah, Master Tang, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you to the point of desperation!" Wang Xuebin had already waited for over half an hour in that small alley at the train station, and was so anxious he was scratching his ears and cheeks.

  Tang Zhendong had actually seen Wang Xuebin, who was pacing back and forth restlessly, as soon as he entered the alley. "Hehe, Chief Editor Wang, you're here early?"

  As soon as the title of "Wang Zongbian" came out, Wang Xuebin's anxious expression suddenly disappeared. "Hehe, Master Tang, thank you for your auspicious words, but what about the talisman you told me yesterday?"

  Tang Zhendong burst out laughing and pulled out the talismans he had hastily written that morning from his pocket, handing them to Wang Xuebin. "Remember, you must put them in their offices separately. This will disrupt their aura, the sooner the better."

  Wang Xuebin pulled out 5,000 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Tang Zhendong. Tang Zhendong waved his hand and pushed it back, "Director Wang, there's no need for this. I'm not doing it for the money. I hope you remember what you promised me before. And let me give you a message: if I can make you editor-in-chief, I can also make someone else editor-in-chief."

  Tang Zhendong was giving a naked warning and threat, but Wang Xuebin did not erupt. He wanted to see the result, everything would be said after there was a result. If he couldn't become the editor-in-chief, at least he wouldn't lose anything. If he became one? Then Tang Zhendong's power would be boundless, even if it meant going against himself, he didn't have the guts!

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